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From an essay by Swami Vivekananda

O India, forget not that the ideal of your womanhood is Sita, Savitri, Damayanti; forget not that the God you worship is the great Ascetic of ascetics, the all-renouncing Shankara, the Lord of Uma; forget not that your marriage, your wealth, your life are not for the sense pleasure, are not for your individual happiness; forget not that you are born as a sacrifice to the Mother's altar; forget not that your social order is but the reflex of the Infinite Universal Motherhood; forget not that the lower classes, the ignorant, the poor, the illiterate, the cobbler, the sweeper, are your flesh and blood, your brothers.

You brave one, be bold, take courage, be proud that, you are an Indian, and proudly proclaim, "I am an Indian, every Indian is my brother". Say, "The ignorant Indian, the poor and destitute Indian, the Brahmin Indian, the Pariah Indian, is my brother". You, too, clad with but a rag around the loins, proudly proclaim at the top of your voice, "The Indian is my brother, the Indian is my life, India's gods and goddesses are my God, India's society is the cradle of my infancy, the pleasure-garden if my youth, the sacred heaven, the Varanasi of my old age". Say brother, "The soil of India is my highest heaven, the good of India is my good." And repeat and pray day and night, "O You Lord of Gauri, O You Mother of the Universe, vouchsafe manliness unto me! O You Mother of Strength, take away my weakness, take away my unmanliness, and make me a Man!"